Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1451 - 1449: Artificial Core of Existence (19)

Chapter 1451: Chapter 1449: Artificial Core of Existence (19)

Need to introduce stronger tools, using oneself as the reason.

Although Winona was still submerged in Darkness, every slightest reaction from her was extremely clear to Fu Qian.

This was also why Fu Qian did not make further moves.

The measure was just about right, enough to help her realize the seriousness of the situation.

The earlier lights-out entry into a dream, was certainly not him succumbing to malicious pleasure.

For the entire event, this was quite an important link - helping to adjust and correct the action strategy, striving for the most secure and efficient approach.

Initially, although anyone in close contact with Lek appeared to be at risk of contamination,

as someone already contaminated, Winona’s enthusiasm might not necessarily play a positive role in the pursuit action.

As one of the "me" defined by Mr. Lek, the high-level nature behind this contamination makes it impossible to completely eliminate the possibility of Winona’s actions being sensed.

This likely could lead to the situation turning into a cat-and-mouse game where the devil is one step ahead.

For the smooth progress of the mission, she had better stay here to accompany her friend.

And the local Night Watchman needs to increase their manpower further.

To say the least, in a place as large as Los, the chief of a region should be at least a Demigod, right?

And it’s believed that after truly being toyed around, Winona would still understand the necessity of this.

This is also the greatest significance of specially putting effort, carefully tuning and cooperating with the environment to successfully pull her into the Dream.

"Winona, are you alright?"

At this moment, after answering the query, the silence in the Darkness produced no reaction, visibly exacerbating Claire’s fear outside.

Regrettably, she clearly lacked the courage to enter and check, finally speaking again, her voice trembling somewhat.

...

"I’m fine... close the door properly, let’s head back; I need to contact a few people."

As if jolted awake from a nightmare, the sound of a friend’s voice from behind allowed Winona to momentarily pull away from the terrifying thoughts.

She didn’t even attempt again to search for hidden dangers.

If the earlier conjecture about the Demigod was true, as long as they didn’t wish to reveal themselves, the probability of catching a slip-up was rather small, there’s no need to risk wasting time here.

"Is it to get people here to help guard?"

Though asking this might be a tad impolite, driven by fear, Claire couldn’t resist checking on her own security issues.

"Yes... but the situation has somewhat changed, considering the danger here, I will stay here until things become clearer."

Hesitating slightly, Winona did not fully disclose the truth, only emphasizing that she would play the role of a guardian here.

"Ah... what about Lek over there?"

Seemingly understanding the high position and weight of her friend, Claire couldn’t help but feel a sense of being overwhelmed.

"Don’t worry, there will be far stronger entities than me taking charge, that lunatic... he simply doesn’t know what he’s done."

Click!

The sound of the door being reclosed let Winona’s anger, still unhindered, come through.

...

It’s about enough now, the intensity of the action to rescue Mr. Lek should have been prodded to a certain extent of its limit.

Not following up, Fu Qian, sealed inside the door, expressed satisfaction with the development in front of him.

The more powerful entities Winona mentioned should effectively help bring Lek under control.

Of course, not only he will be targeted, but so will I.

The entire roster of Night Watchmen in Los is likely to mobilize to hunt down an unseemly Swindler named Grimshaw.

Even possibly, the people from the Swindler’s Association might attempt to clear their ranks.

Naturally, Fu Qian felt no mental burden about this, precisely this way could he remotely control some actions of the Night Watchman.

Next, the undercurrents surging in Los will result in three forces in motion - the Night Watchman, the Contaminated, and a mysterious Demigod unwilling to reveal their real name, wielding powers of cold and Dream.

...

The action indeed was swift, not disappointing my part in it.

Facing the secluded place behind the narrow alley ahead, Fu Qian sensed not just one Transcendent aura nearby, greatly satisfied with the development of the situation.

By now, he had long since left the Wesley Family, and before him, this courtyard was a renowned, ancient hospital in Los.

Also, it was a place where Mr. Lycus once worked.

Compared to his home address, the info on his workplace was easier to obtain, casually asking a servant sufficed.

Being a guest received by the hostess, didn’t even require any special means.

As for how secretive was it to gather intel this way under current circumstances?

A joke, why keep it a secret?

As the Special Operations Consultant for the Night Watchman, having good ideas naturally means generously sharing them.

Of course, Fu Qian did not believe that the group in front of him was sent here after learning this news; such a rapid response would be excessive.

Clearly, Leland’s previous action arrangement was quite reasonable too.

In the situation where Winona was heading home for investigation, sending someone to observe his former workplace in the case of a missing person was a rather reasonable manpower allocation.

And for a regular hospital, the sudden appearance of such a density of Transcendents undoubtedly reversely confirmed that the address Fu Qian obtained was correct.

The only issue, the servants seemed unaware of where Lek’s former office was.

But that was just a minor issue.

Blood mist rising, Fu Qian once more crossed dimensions, roaming in.

...

Although a bit old, it seemed quite orderly.

Walking through the corridors, Fu Qian observed the surrounding layout and facilities, swiftly offering commendations.

The building bore marks of age everywhere, many decorations had faded and grown patchy, one could even spot some overly nostalgic facilities.

Yet with a little observation, one could feel the designer’s original intentions, even though some areas felt slightly cramped, different kinds of staff still maneuvered smoothly among them - only their calibre needed improvement.

Gazing at the back of the head ahead, Fu Qian delivered the third piece of criticism.

The reason was simple, from entering until now, this had been the third instance of this situation happening along the not-so-long route.

Neither fast nor slow, catching the perfect spot right in front of him.

As everyone knows, when you are leisurely strolling, having a head bobbing persistently in your sight tends to arouse negative emotions.

Even though they couldn’t hinder his perception, just like how they couldn’t perceive him.

But the proximity of the back of the head was close enough to cause physiological discomfort... and interest.

Silently appearing, Fu Qian activated the Clear Dream Ring.

Hmm?

In that instant, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, poised and suave middle-aged man before him, perfectly fitting the imagined medical elite image, appeared mentally disoriented for a brief moment.